The Woman From Hell

Chapter 73

"Hahaha, this young lady is pretty shrewd, huh? You're a good judge of character, accepting such a perfect lady as your goddaughter, Petra. Mr. Grant is really lucky to have such a clever and beautiful wife.” Mr. Zach happily raised his glass.

Theo stood up and took the wine glass from my hands, giving Mr. Zach a professional smile. "Thank you for the kind words, Mr. Zach. My wife is pregnant and can't drink, so I'll toast on her behalf."

"You’re too polite, Mr. Grant. Cheers!” Mr. Zach clinked glasses with Theo with a wide grin.

"Alright, you don't have to worry anymore now. Since Mr. Zach has agreed to help you out, he'll definitely get everything settled soon. Sit down and have something to eat. You’re pregnant, and you shouldn’t starve yourself." Petra pulled me to my seat with a smile, sounding just like a loving mother.

I finally breathed out a sigh of relief. I softly said, " Thank you, Petra.”

She smiled, not saying a word, and turned around to chat with the others.

After another round of toasting, everyone started chatting about the past.

Mr. Zach looked me up and down and asked Petra, " Petra, have you gotten any news about your daughter yet? I've been asking around in Salt City but..."

Petra, who had been smiling, suddenly revealed a pained expression. She dropped her head and said," I've been looking for her, but I've not received any news so far. It’s been so many years-it’s really tough!"

one day. As long as you don’t give up, I'm sure

at me and said, "If she was still alive, she would probably be around the same age

it, Mrs. Grant’s features d o bear a slight resemblance to yours when you were younger, Petra. Now I

rest nodded in agreement. All of

a little unsure of what to do. I could

to chat about other things.

I got up to walk to the bathroom. I propped myself u p with the sink

looked up, a glass of water appeared in front of me. "Rinse your mouth. It’ll help you

me with a glass of water in his hand, looking

here?" I took the glass

back early if you don't feel too well." He took my hand and tried to walk

about helping me out, this dinner party is a good opportunity for me. I can't just leave." I stood at the sink, unmoving, and peered up at him.

me, mixed emotions in his eyes. After a very long time, he said, "I happened to bump into her on the way to the police station today. After she

rich and powerful lady like Petra would never take the initiative to

I ask further questions. It was probably something to do with

spoke about looking for her

the things they had spoken about at the dinner table. I could not help but feel weirded out by the strange stares they had